Razones

I'm not easy, no, I'm not docile, no
I'm not cordial or sensible, I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no, I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, or clear, I have no reason to be

Why should I be docile, if an idiot came to make an easy night difficult
He thinks he's agile, but he's half fossil and ignoring him is useless just when I'm fragile
I know I'm weak and somewhat volatile and like a boxer, my fight is sterile
Let an useless person come, to act versatile, it leaves me motionless like Dr. Jekyll

I'm going to be ductile, if he's so graceful that he goes in his car smoking a cigarette
And he had a couple of problems in Nashville, one erectile and the other financial
His laptop doesn't work, to send an email, play mobile games, read a fax
And my fertile mind questions very skillfully and that simile of life so implausible

I'm not easy, no, I'm not docile, no
I'm not cordial or sensible, I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no, I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, or clear, I have no reason to be

Why should I be sober, if everything is so murky, I prefer to be drunk and unbalanced
As the proverb says, back in my suburb: I lost my handlebars, but I don't chew glass
The future is bleak and I'm pure nerve, I look like a disturbance between a Bosnian and a Serbian
I say it with vigor, but without resentment that everything is a bore without being arrogant

Why should I be calm, I don't go inch by inch and I always ask for the impossible
Sometimes I complain and I don't hold back, if there's a lump in my cup, that would be the last straw
This plot segment I don't film it and if there's one, I print it on a helmet
This is not a promo and I'm already at the extreme, praying like a lead to Saint Telmo

I'm not easy, no, I'm not docile, no
I'm not cordial or sensible, I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no, I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, or clear, I have no reason to be

Why should I be clear, if everything is so hard and even though I don't cry anymore, sometimes I sigh
And like a ball-bearing it can be accurate, among so much confusion being able to turn
It will be temporary, this strange climate because in a hurry nothing is lasting
And my days that were of gold and sapphire, now they are a treasure going down the drain

I know I don't want to continue in the dark, nor to be at the mercy of the future
Like a vampire facing a vigilante or a jailer on layoff insurance
And although this game is impure, this gross game, I don't shoot or retreat
I'm not a lamb to be killed with cyanide, I'm a warrior and I still breathe

I'm not easy, no, I'm not docile, no
I'm not cordial or sensible, I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no, I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, or clear, I have no reason to be

Why should I be sober if everything is